Yeah
Yeah I been on my grind (Yeah), yeah I been on my shit (Uh)
Ex-girlfriend on my line, please get the fuck off my dick (Hoe)
How you get my new number, somebody on da shit (Ya)
Way too many mutual friends
Yeah, uh
You know him and I know her
But they don't really know us, for what it's worth
But ok, umm maybe a little bit
Yeah, we cool when you ain't trippin' on lil shit (Uh)
I move 'round the city, for lil flips
Thinkin' I'm dog, and you don't be a little bitch
Well if the shoe fits, you Cinderella
Cause once midnight hits, I'm a different fella
Speed it up
You a magazine wit some issues (Uh)
Blow da whistle, it's official (Uh)
Yeah you foul as hell
Fabreeze and leave, we can do without the smell
These hoes need they daddies
The absence of ass whoopins is facts
Now the bad ones claim baddies
Yeah aiight, claim it's none of my beeswax
If he was here, you probably wouldn't call me back
Let's break up
Ran outta love today, somebody need a hug today (Oh)
Claim that you love, but we gotta end shit the ugly way (Oh)
Now every time you here my name, you got that DJ Mustard face
I don't even know what that mean, but whatever (Yeah)
I know you don't need nothin'
But gold teeth, cause you be frontin'
Dis shit gotta mean somethin'
I talked to like 3 cousins, and friends they say we buggin'
Opinion don't mean nothin', not no mo'
We cool, on the ex games
Yeah I been on my grind (Yeah), yeah I been on my shit (Uh)
Ex-girlfriend on my line, please get the fuck off my dick (Hoe)
How you get my new number, somebody on da shit (Ya)
Way too many mutual friends
Yeah I been on my grind (Yeah), yeah I been on my shit (Uh)
Ex-girlfriend on my line, please get the fuck off my dick (Hoe)
How you get my new number, somebody on da shit (Ya)
Way too many mutual friends
Uh
Now I gotta call ahead, to make sure yo ass ain't goin'
And if yo ass there, I'mma hit a u turn and the homies know it
Sorry, I'll catch the next kick back, you can forget that
When love is lost, don't nobody wanna sit back
Just take ya shit back, forget the mishaps
Tell ya ex, he can have dis trick back
I'm super gucci, I promise
No more future, I'm just being honest
You look crushed up, I can see it
Might want it, I don't really need it
You can beat it, Mike Jack (Uh)
Heart thief, she might jack (Uh)
I might need that right back (Yeah)
I know, she won't like that
Then she gone try to make up